I broke a rib in the mosh pit at an Offspring concert. Oddly enough the memory that still sticks with me the most vividly about the incident is the ceiling of the Aragon Ballroom. Years later I remember seeing a video on MTV for some one hit wonder band I can't recall but it had been shot in the Aragon and I recognized it from a shot that showed the ceiling. No one else in the room understood why I kept trying to point out the ceiling in the shitty video that they weren't paying attention to in the first place. It's really weird how memory works sometimes.

We know from the introduction of Zombie Hunters that Charlie has serious problems with the team, but before this point he's been an awkward outsider, trying his best to fit in. At this point, just as he figures out that they're all stupid / crazy, Jenny aggressively confirms his realization. So the scene obviously needed to happen.

What I liked about it was the way it was done. Jenny barged in - understandably from her perspective, but still, she barged in uninvited - threw around accusations, and twisted the knife in his deepest guilt while he was trying his best to understand and be sympathetic. These kinds of diplomatic SNAFUs riddle real-life interaction, but they don't often show up in fiction (or if they do, they're more often the result of a straightforward misunderstanding than incompatible worldviews). And while liked Charlie pretty well before, I suddenly find myself empathizing with him on a level normally reserved for people in real life whom I've known for years.